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About Leeds

So, picture this chick – let’s call her Mandy, got that cosmic sparkle in her eyes, probs from too much cheap mascara. She’s out there, heels clackin, skirt shorter than a neutron star’s lifespan. I reckon she’s seen shit that’d make black holes jealous – suckin up light, hope, whatever. Little known fact, right? Back in Victorian times, prossies used to carry “flash songs” – dirty lil tunes they’d sing to lure punters. Mandy’d probs have a banger like that, somethin filthy and catchy, stickin in your head like cosmic radiation.

In court from Newport, Bargoed, Tredegar and Caerphilly

When Evan's father died, Evan became Lord Tredegar, a viscount and baron, lord of year-old Tredegar House. And then the fun began. The.

The neighborhoods here are raw and lively. South End's alleys echo stories. I get mad sometimes at the crumbling bricks on Market Lane—nearly as mad as the ill-fated droogs in Melancholia! And each tear in the old wall feels like a heartfelt secret. Smeagol’s voice in my head: “We swears, nasty brick, nasty brick!”

Plans submitted to relaunch fire-hit car dealership showroom in Tredegar